“I have it printing from the list Ledbruk gave me right now.” He turned and left the room.
She turned to Silver. “Will I be able to sense Trask?”
“Possibly. If he's around. He may be waiting until the last moment to put in an appearance.”
“We've got to try. I can't wait until he—” She broke off as her cell phone rang.
“Her name is Carmela,” Trask said when she picked up the phone. “She's not of Italian descent after all. She's Hispanic.”
She went rigid. “I thought you weren't going to call me back, Trask.”
Silver straightened in his chair.
“I couldn't resist when Dick—when my employee called to tell me that he'd found out some information about our sweet little girl.”
“And how did he do that?”
“He followed her around town today. She's trying to get a job, but she's only fifteen and she evidently doesn't have the money to buy phony papers. Poor child. She's having a hard time.”
“Then why don't you give her a break?”
“Because she's perfect. She's turning out to be everything that I could want for Firestorm.”
“You're sick.”
“And knowing Carmela is trying so hard to make her way in the world is making you admire her and want to keep her alive. It's giving you additional incentive, isn't it?”
“I didn't need incentive.” She paused. “At least tell me a general location.”
“Are you getting discouraged? I told you that it wasn't going to be easy. So many warehouses . . .”
“You want me to know, dammit. You want me there.”
“Maybe I'd get just as much satisfaction out of having you find Carmela after the fact. No, you have to work for it, Kerry. Now, don't sulk. After all, you can always have the wonder dog try to sniff her out.”
She tried another tack. “Who is Helen?”
“Helen—” He was silent a moment. “That's right, I did mention her, didn't I? It shouldn't surprise me. I've been thinking of her a good deal since you came on the scene.”
“Why? Do I look like her?”
“Not at all. She was brunette and quite beautiful. Don't be offended, but you're merely interesting-looking.”
“Who is she?”
“An exceptional woman. She loved Firestorm almost more than she did me.”
“Past tense? Did she leave you?”
“Don't be inquisitive.”
“You're the one who barged into my life and turned it into hell. Don't I have the right to know about you?”
“Only what I wish you to know. But it encourages me to realize that I'm dominating your thoughts. We're growing closer, aren't we?” He hung up.
She turned to Silver. “Her name is Carmela. She's fifteen, Hispanic, and looking for a job.” She swallowed hard. “And he can't wait to feed her to Firestorm.”
“He didn't tell you a general location?”
She shook her head. “The bastard told me to tell Sam to sniff it out. Dammit, there's not much time. One more day if he told me the truth. It could be sooner.” She had to drown the panic fostered by that thought. What else had he said that might help? “One of his employees was following Carmela. He broke off right away but I think he said . . . Dick.”
“A first name?”
“I don't think so. It sounded like he cut it off. Maybe a last name with that as first syllable?” She shook her head in frustration. “I don't know. It could be a first name. Even if it's not, it may not be a help.”
“And then again it may. Anything else?”
“He spoke of this Helen in the past tense. She was brunette and beautiful and had some involvement with Firestorm. Trask said she loved it almost more than she did him. If they were that close, why isn't there a mention in the dossier?”
“Travis is trying to find out,” Silver said. “He'll get back to us as quick as he can. Carmela. No last name?”
“No, but if she's fifteen and a runaway, somebody must have reported her missing. There are all kinds of databases these days for missing children. We have to find her. Maybe she called somebody and told them where she was and what she was doing. Probably not her parents, but maybe a friend?”
“It's a long shot.” Silver got to his feet. “But I'll get George working right away. In the meantime, we'll get busy on those warehouses. I'll meet you at the car in ten minutes.”
It's time to go home, Kerry,” Silver said quietly. “It's almost three A.M. and we both need some sleep. We'll start out again in a few hours.”
Kerry shook her head. “We should keep on going. We've only covered seventeen warehouses in all these hours. There are so many to—” She broke off and gazed at him in despair. “Too many. We're not going to be able to find her, are we?”
“We may have to get lucky,” Silver said gently. “Maybe Ledbruk's team will locate her.”
“And maybe they won't.” She stared blindly out the window of the car. “I thought we might have a chance. But even if he'd been at any of those warehouses we went through, I might not have been able to sense him.”
“No guarantees.”
“Then what good is this damn talent?” she asked fiercely. “You'd think that there would be some benefit, something worthwhile connected with it.”
“For God's sake, stop feeling sorry for yourself,” Silver said. “Don't you think your years of zeroing in on arsonists were worthwhile? You wouldn't have been nearly as successful if you hadn't used your talent. You have to take the bad with the good.”
The bluntness of his words jarred her, and for an instant anger flared. “I'm not feeling sorry for myself. I just don't—” She stopped and ruefully shook her head. “Maybe I was feeling a little sorry for myself. That's not allowed?”
He shook his head. “It's self-destructive. You know that. That's why you fight so hard. That's why you've made yourself into one tough lady.” He started the car. “Now do we go back to the house and get some rest? We may need it later.”
He thought she was tough, but she didn't feel tough right now. She was scared and discouraged, and he wasn't helping.
Or maybe he was. Maybe he knew that his harshness would be a prod that would spur her onward. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't respond nearly as well to pity.
Pity? The mere thought caused her hackles to rise. She drew a deep breath and straightened in the seat. “Not yet. Two more warehouses. Then we go back to the house and hope that George has been able to find out something to narrow down the search.”
“Okay. That sounds like a plan.” He smiled faintly as he backed out of the parking space. “Check the list and tell me where we go next.”
Any luck?” George asked as he met them at the front door.
“That's what we were going to ask you,” Silver said. “We came up with nada.”
“Too bad.” His glance shifted to Kerry. “You didn't ‘sense' the bastard?”
She had almost forgotten the slip she had made last evening. “I'm not in a mood to have you make fun of me, George.”
“Perish the thought. I wouldn't think of mocking you. I'm merely intrigued.” He smiled. “And I can see you're a tad despondent. Maybe I can raise your spirits.”
“Progress?” Silver asked.
“Not a breakthrough or I would have called you. But definitely progress.”
Hope flared. “They've found the warehouse?” Kerry asked.
He shook his head. “No, but the results have come in on the missing-child database. Only three Carmelas are on the missing-person list. One was reported in 1997 and would be twenty now. The other one is seventeen and was reported missing in Dallas. The last was Carmela Ruiz from Louisville, Kentucky. That's not all that far from here.”
“How old?”
“Fifteen. Her mother reported her missing over a month ago.” He held up his hand as Kerry opened her mouth to speak. “Ledbruk's already sent someone to interview her mother and try to find out if she's been contacted and get the names of Carmela's friends. We should be getting a report back anytime.”
“Thank God.”
He nodded. “I'll second that.” He turned back and moved toward the library. “Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go back to my command post and see if I can find out anything more from the agents in the field. I hope you realize it's not easy to balance running a perfect household and acting as a listening post as an extracurricular duty.”